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Chapter 12: The Heir of Gryffindor

"So know that we can justifiably say that Voldemort did get something from each founder," McGonagall began the next day at the Order's meeting. "We must now find out what he got from Gryffindor. So what do we know of that belonged to him?"

"Well, there's the sword, and the sorting hat technically belonged to him right?" Harry asked.

"Yes, that is true, Mr. Potter," McGonagall answered. "but I highly doubt he was able to get his hands on either of those. They have been highly guarded within Hogwarts since before he was born. No, I think it is something we do not know about, something that is not at Hogwarts at all. Hogwarts is the safest place to hide anything. I find it very hard to believe that Voldemort could have gotten his hands on anything inside the Hogwarts grounds."

"So where do we begin to look?" Ron asked.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, I expect we may find something at the Burrow."

"The Burrow?" Ron snorted. "Why on earth would Voldemort hide something there, and then have a death eater destroy it?"

"Maybe Narcissa was sent there to retrieve something."

"Well, we certainly wouldn't have anything that belonged to Gryffindor," Ron laughed.

"Don't be so sure Mr. Weasley."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ron asked.

"Well, Dumbledore really didn't want you kids to know this until you were older, but I guess now is as good of a time as any. Ron, you, and your siblings, are the rightful heirs of Gryffindor."

"Bloody Hell!" Ron said his jaw dropping to the floor.

"What! Why didn't anyone tell us?" Ginny asked.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly, but I am sure Dumbledore had his reasons."

"I did, Minevra." Said a voice that sounded remarkably like Dumbledore's.

The Order spun around so fast it appeared that Tonks had given herself a serious case of whiplash. There they found Aberforth holding one of the largest picture frames Harry had ever seen. Inside was the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore, the twinkle in his eyes still residing behind his half-moon spectacles

"Finally! I thought this would never get finished," McGonagall screamed.

Everyone in the room could not take their eyes off of the portrait. This was the best thing that happened, well, since Dumbledore died.

"Well that's enough staring to last a man a lifetime. I believe we have work to do." Dumbledore said smiling. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, you and your siblings are the heirs of Gryffindor. I chose not to tell you this, because I have been speculating that your home may be a hiding a horcrux for quite sometime. I feared if word got out that you were the heirs of Gryffindor, Voldemort just may find out where his horcrux had gone. I did not wish to put your family in that sort of danger. Therefore I kept my mouth shut. Does that make since, Mr. Weasley?"

"I suppose, but what on earth do we have that belonged to Godric Gryffindor?"

"That I was never able to find out, but I speculate that when you go back to look, something that is valuable to your family will be missing. There was a reason Narcissa went to your home. It wasn't because they were after Harry. Voldemort wanted to make sure all of his horcruxes were still safe. I believe he wants all of them back in his hands. Not the brightest idea he has had, but I am sure he is getting a little worried now that we all know so much."

"But how does he know we know so much? Harry asked.

"I do not know. I fear there is a spy among us."

When Dumbledore said this Lupin's eyes went straight to Snape.

"However, as I trust everyone at this table, I find it very hard to believe that one of them would deceive me. So the only other conclusion that I can come up with is that someone is eavesdropping below our noses and we must be much more careful about what we say in this room."

Silence filled the room as everyone looked around, hoping, maybe to see just the smallest sign of someone listening, but no luck.

"Lupin?" Dumbledore asked to get Remus' attention.

"Yes, Dumbledore?"

"Do you know what grown snakes like to eat?"

"Yes, mi…" Lupin began before Dumbledore cut him off.

"Maybe you should go get one." Dumbledore said eyeing a small whole in the corner of the room and lowering his voice to a whisper, "I smell a rat…"

A/N: Finally the Dumbledore spills his guts chapter. This one has been in and out of the works for a long time and finally it is here!

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